The goal is to get to the checkout without dropping the box of groceries. Kind of hard when my arms are shaking like leaves in a cyclone and every muscle in my body has started to throb. An eternity later, I slam the box down on the conveyor belt, get a strange look from the checkout operator and offer up ‘boxing class’ as an explanation. It explains nothing, other than perhaps my beetroot-red face and gross sweaty appearance.
The class finished 10 minutes ago. I almost threw up in the middle of it. I had a real ‘I can’t do this’ moment somewhere towards the end, which never happens to me. Once I get going, I am normally okay. But this is the great ‘return to the gym’ after having two babies, and my body is shot. Plus that gym instructor treated us like we were in the army. She was mean.
I’ve never felt the effects of exercising so quickly before. I pick the kids up from their crèche and I can barely hold Annie. As we’re walking to the car, I have a real fear that Henry will bolt and I won’t be able to chase him. Later that night it feels like I’ve been beaten up and left for dead. I can’t sleep, can’t move, can’t exercise for three days!
You’d think this would have put me off boxing, but instead I fell in love with it. Talk about the ultimate full body workout which absolutely destroys you all over. When the goal is to get fit and lose weight, boxing is the bomb diggity.
So I catch a boxing class whenever I can. I start to think of myself as ‘knowing what I’m doing’. I consider buying my own kit and ‘really getting into it’. I feel like I’m getting quite good, even though the instructor always praises the others and never says I’ve got good technique. That’s strange, I think to myself.
Then one day my dream of becoming the female Rocky is shattered by a fellow mum in my boxing class who says to me: “Don’t worry, you’ll get there. I was really bad in my first class too”. Talk about BUMMED OUT. Maybe I don’t have a future in the ring. Maybe I punch like a girl! Maybe I’ll have to *sigh* work harder at it. That really will make me throw up in class! My muscles hurt just thinking about it.